A/N: Hey Peeps! I keep forgetting to do this… oh well. What happens to Toby and Johanna after the Final Scene. Not my best, but hey, it's my first fanfic. Bear with me peeps.
Disclaimer: Do you think I'm Stephen Sondheim or Tim Burton? Thought not.
Many days and many nights were spent looking for them. Only a few of the bodies were found- including the corpse of the barber, Mr. Todd, himself. By the looks of it, his throat was slit with his very own razor. As were all the others- or, the ones who were found. The bloody razor was found on the floor, not far from the barber. Also, he bodies of Beadle Bamford, Judge Turpin, and an old beggar woman were found. However, Mrs. Lovett, who owned the premises on which the bodies were found, is not to be found. Several people reported missing in earlier weeks were still yet to be found as well.
Tobias Ragg heard all this as he lay on the streets of London, listening to men share their tales on the streets. Well, he knew what had happened to poor Mrs. Lovett and all the others. Most men were baked into the delicious pies Mrs. Lovett made and sold. Mrs. Lovett, the closest he had ever had to a mother, had been thrown into the oven by Mr. Todd. It was all Todd's fault anyways! He was the one who had killed all of those men, had blinded Mrs. Lovett with her affection for him, and had caused himself, Tobias Ragg, to become a murderer. Yes, I killed Todd, and I would do it again if I had the chance! His thoughts were constantly shouting such things to him, so loud that he had to strive to remain sane. Late at night, when no one was on the streets, he would cry as if he were still a young child for letting himself become what he was. A monster. Yes, he decided, he was a monster. For no humane person would murder, no matter the circumstances. No one with any emotion would promise to protect someone, and then stand back and watch them die at the hands of the one they loved. He felt like screaming. He knew that madness was waiting right around the corner for him. Either that, or the gallows, for he had in fact committed an act of lawlessness. He should have been there earlier, to protect Mrs. Lovett. Oh, why must his past haunt him so?
But no matter how far he ran, or how insistently he tried to avoid it, his past would torture him until he finally gave in to the warm embrace that is death. You can run from the law. You can run from a country. But you can't run from your past.
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